She's not quite falling out of bed, but the blankets are kicked off near her feet. Pasiphaë follows after her, her underground maze growing and growing, and no matter what Hazel does, she can't seem to stop it. The ground opens beneath her - no, no, she did that, that's how she defeated the witch - but just before she falls -

"Hazel."

Nico's voice filters in, and something all too real touches her shoulder. She wakes with a start, one of her arms flying for her spatha, only her fingers hit Nico instead. Nico, live and real and standing before her. Her eyes scan the room anyway, already adjusted to the darkness of it.

She recognizes him there, but it'll be a moment before she's completely out of the dream. At least she stops scrambling, but her hand stays on Nico's arm. Grounding herself.